For many years now
In my own deconstructionist way
I've tried to study the history
Of thinking its stratification
Into periods of clarity and decay
How it gets submerged at times
And then circles back on itself
For brief interludes of self-awareness
How when it applies itself to itself
It finds something preternatural
And intriguing going on a dialogue
That happens nowhere else in the world
A hidden door that opens
Leading straight to the heart
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